Typhoon mumbles somethingabout coming to Guangdongin a language of wavesand steady rain that growsstronger as the day passes. It hangsoffshore, feet shuffling like a touristrunning out of timetorn between sightsthe guidebook says must not bemissed, keeps talkingrain that has everyone carryingumbrellas and anticipation, thinkingabout what has to be tied downbefore the wind rises.